Richard Cory Lyrics

They say that Richard Cory owns one half of this whole town,
With political connections to spread his wealth around.
Born into society, a banker's only child,
He had everything a man could want: money, grace, and style.
The papers print his picture almost every place he goes:
Richard Cory at the opera, Richard Cory at a shows.
And the rumor of his parties and the orgies on his yacht!
He really must be happy with everything he's got.

But I work in his factory
And I curse the life I'm living
And I curse my poverty
Oh, I wish that I could be,
Oh, I wish that I could be,
Oh, I wish that I could be
John Denver.
He really gave to charity, he had the common touch,
And they were grateful for his patronage so they thanked him very much,
So my mind was filled with wonder when the evening headline read:
"Richard Cory went home last night and put a bullet through his head."
But I work in his factory
And I curse the life I'm living
And I curse my poverty
And I wish that I could be,
Oh, I wish that I could be,
Oh, I wish that I could be
Richard Cory.